Connor.

•Introduction•

Why does the clock seem to move slower than usual when you're nervous about an upcoming event or anticipating something?

Or when you're nervous AND anticipating something it seems to move even more slower than when you're just experiencing one of the above?

I would expect to go to my first rave with my boyfriend, Brennan the high school jock(total hottie who's all mine btw) rather than my rebellious spent-most-of-her-senior-year-in-in-school-suspension friend . But I guess the perks of having a 21 year old alcoholic as a friend is to get into a rave before you're an actual senior(which I will be in exactly 57 days). It's the 3rd time in weeks that Brennan's blew me off for weight training practice or football practice in a few months so I thought I could treat myself I don't even have anything to study for tonight either. My plan pretty much came from your average teen movie. The one where the parents are away on a job trip and the kid's left at home for the weekend only to get into mischief and ruin her life for the greater good, but in my case I'm currently pulling a 4.0 gpa and isn't even anticipating on drinking any alcohol tonight, I have a water bottle full of Mountain Dew just in case things get "intense".

When the final bell rings I make sure I'm the first out of the building, into my car, and peeling out of the parking lot not even stopping to say "goodbye" to anyone. Not even Brennan. I pull into the driveway to my house just as my parents are wheeling out the last of their bags and packing them into the back of our Tahoe.

"Claire!", my mom exclaims dropping her bags to meet me at my car door. "Oh I was hoping this morning wouldn't have been our last goodbye!"

I climb out of my car only to be pulled into her death grip of an embrace. "Mom, you guys will be back Sunday". She lets go of me then my dad walks over for his final hug.

"Oh I know, sweetie. But just think I've gotta get myself prepared to not cry for my good-bye when you're off to college", tucks a tufts of loose hairs I have in my face behind my ears just as she did when I was little. "You don't want to be known as the girl who had to her her dad pull her mom to the car because her mom cried too much it blinded her.

My eyes widened. "Yeah I think I'll pass". She kissed my cheek, followed by my dad and they hopped in the Tahoe.

"Remember the house rules! No boys, loud music, or obnoxious friends!", she yells out the window as they drive by.

I think to myself that I technically won't be breaking those rules because I won't be at my house. I'm such a badass.